She's met versions of herself before. Across time, across ages, all different and yet all fundamentally the same. All Loki. It doesn't bear dwelling on when there's something far more enjoyable at hand to consume her thoughts.

His hands on her are light but sure. It speaks to a confidence that he doesn't demand or paw at her like some desperate animal. There's no urgent need that drives her at the moment and it pleases her greatly that she can take the lead in proceedings without having to fight for it. She fought so often that sometimes it was just refreshing for things to be easy.

Her hips begin to move over his slowly, teasingly, as they kiss. The chalice is placed behind his head in order to free both her hands to explore his chest and upper body when they break apart, fingers finding all the places where his clothing is fastened for easier removal later.